AN: I do not own 07-Ghost or Harry Potter. 07-Ghost belongs to the brilliant Yuki Amemiya and Yukino Ichihara, and Harry Potter belongs to the equally brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Lost in Paradise - Prologue
"Sir, with all due respect, I don't believe that this is the best course of action. The boy only just awakened the day before yesterday, and he is confused and disoriented. I would advise against forcing him into a new, unfamiliar environment so soon after his arrival. The shock might cause an… unfortunate reemergence of his memories." Barsburg Empire's chief of staff was a tall, imposing figure whose presence seemed to fill the room, but the old man facing him – the chairman of the empire's military academy – remained impassive, knotting bony fingers in contemplation.
"That may be true, but it does not change the fact that we must send a strong military convoy in support of our newfound allies. They are powerful, these 'wizards,' and so they deserve full confirmation of our alliance. We must demonstrate to them Barsburg's worth as an ally in order to later receive the same level of support. And who better than the Black Hawks to carry our banner? Or so the malcontents on the council say."
The chief of staff shrugged in calm recognition. He had long struggled to stay one step ahead of the aggressive competition that churned among the members of the military's ruling council, and he knew that the chairman grew weary of their dissatisfied grumbling.
"I still do not understand what purpose the boy will serve. Surely it would be best for us if he remains here, in District One, rather than running the risk of him regaining his memories on foreign territory," he reasoned.
The chairman frowned, the first expression of discontent that had crossed his face. "I do realize the risks of this operation, but I cannot outright defy the wishes of the council. Several members require proof of your begleiter's loyalty to the military. They do not believe in his sudden compliance, nor do they have faith in your ability to keep him under control."
The chief of staff smiled wryly, a small upturn of his thin lips. "I will do as they… request," he promised, flourishing a deep bow, "But I will not be diverging from my original plans."
The chairman reciprocated the smile with a quick baring of yellow teeth. "I would expect nothing less of my sharpest advisor."
As the chief of staff turned to exit the room, the chairman spoke once more. "I would suggest you or one of your supporters set a Wars on him, both as a protection and a deterrent. Teito Klein is known for his… fortunate escapades."
The chief of staff bowed once again. "Of course, Miroku-sama."
The chairman nodded. "Have a nice day, Ayanami-san."
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Six hundred miles away, in the bustling city of London, the humidity of late summer enveloped the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore smiled as he set down the letter and leaned back in his comfortable armchair. The Black Hawks were coming.